The Return of the Girl

Today my dearest blondie daughter returns from camp. I’m so excited to see her. This is the longest she’s been away from home and the quiet (no grumbling - it’s been loads of fun around here) is starting to get on my nerves. I know she’ll be exhausted since they’ve been going to bed between 2:30 and 4:30 every night (morning). The skit/play/epic thing was a huge success and I am dying to see all the pictures she took.

In the mean time, I got to the track a bit before 7:00 and logged 2.5 miles. I realize it’s nothing compared to Patti’s 21 miles she’ll be running this week, but hey, a girls gotta start somewhere!

It’s been two months since I started monitoring what goes into the ol’ pie hole. Two months of walks and jogs. Two months of Pilates and weights.

I FEEL STRONG

I’m wearing a smaller size and I am soooo looking forward to hitting that first 15 pound goal, which I should hit this week as I’ve only got 2 pounds to go. I decided to break the weight loss into 15 pound goals because 10 seemed too small and 20 too big. For whatever reason, 15 sounded just right.

And in other news:

I’ve just finished sanding and texturing the bathroom ceiling. It was high time (no pun intended). Last night we bought a new vanity, sink, and faucet. I can hardly wait to see it all installed. Of course, when I was wiping down the walls, after sanding, I realized that I should really paint the walls too. Sigh. So, as long as Beloved hasn’t given all his energy to his employer, maybe we’ll go buy paint and rip out the old vanity so I can paint everything tomorrow.